Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.